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/ohmy.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":o" border="0" alt="ohmy.gif" />PINNED! /biggrin.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":D" border="0" alt="biggrin.gif" />Oh, and This chapter is loaded up onto my blog now.All furthur chapters will be uploaded there, but I will post in the forums as to when the next chapters are out.FINAL EDIT:The complete Teaser chapter is now finished and uploaded here and on my blog.coloro:#FF0000/colorosizeo:3/sizeoThis is simply the first three pages of my fanfic for Ge.Ne.Sis, which I've entitled Tales of Infinity Space. Enjoy! There's more to come /smile.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile.gif" />NOTE: It looks much cleaner as a word document... I can't post with the proper formatting on this forum D:NOTE#2: If I find out anyone steals this, I will personally hunt you down and beat the crap out of you. :3sizec/sizeccolorc/colorcsizeo:2/sizeofonto:Book Antiqua/fontoInitiumDrip…Drip…Drip… Neranine brushed the droplet of water offer her face, mumbling lightly. The delicate crystalline drop of water travelled slowly from her finger, off of her nail and landed on the face of Sisily, who was sleeping on the rock underneath her. Feeling the ice cold water touch her face, Sisily jumped up and yelped, “Ah! Nera, stop it! That’s really cold, and you know how much I hate the cold…” Sisily’s squeal had woken up everyone else in the cave, and three other bodies stirred the sleep from their eyes. Nera looked around, even though she had already over-analyzed this cave. The stone in the cave was a deep, aphotic blue which glittered with bright crystalline ice on the surface. The cave was large enough for all four of them to sleep in it at the same time, but just barely. In fact, the four of them could barely walk side by side at the same time, and the ceiling was just low enough that they couldn't walk without stooping down a few inches. Nera started stretching out her sore muscles when she heard a voice call her name. Nera!” Turning around, Nera looked for the source of the voice, even though she had heard it nagging in her ear for hours on end before. Gelyan stood a few feet away from her, hands on his hips and tapping his feet impatiently. His bright clothing stood out in stark contrast to the dark walls of the cave; the cheerful greens and yellows of his shirt seemed to radiate colour. His brilliant green eyes pierced the air with a calculated gaze which spoke of Gelyan's intelligence and acumen. In his hands he carried Hydra, a strange object that looked not unlike an ancient firearm made out for glowing green branches. Flipping a strand of black hair out of his eyes, Gelyan said, “Nera, do you want me to take another look around? I know we already did last night, but we couldn't see anything, anyways.” Gely's refined English accent gave hints to his upbringing. Growing up as the son of a successful lawyer, Gely was immersed at a very young age in the ways of logic and argument. If Gelyan did have a weakness, though, it was his prideful nature fueled by a need to impress others. Nera, however, was not one who was easily impressed. “I don't see why not,” Nera replied. “The last time we sent you out to scout, you got chased into a grove of trees by some Hobears.” Nera smiled. “It's not as if you're totally incapable of taking care of yourself.” Gelyan's face turned bright red. “I had the situation under control,” he retorted. “The bears simply...startled me.” Nera laughed out loud. She could tell his pride was hurt. In reality, the Hobears had simply wanted to play a game of Tag with Gely; Gely had thought the bears were trying to eat him. Turning around brusquely, Gely said, “ It doesn't matter what you say. I'm still going out.” With that, Gely picked up Hydra and began walking out of the cave. Seeing Gely leaving the cave, Sisily jumped up and shouted, “Ooh, Gely! Can I come with you? I'll be able to protect you from those cute little Hobears! Please?” Gely paused, looked over his shoulder and mumbled something that sounded like “...don't know how I stay sane around you people...” and continued walking out of the cave. Sisily pulled her Warp Blade out a rock in the wall, held the two-metre blade over her head with one arm and shouted, “Gely! Come back! I promise I won't be annoying this time!” But Gely was already out of the cave. Sniffling, Sisily sat down on the cave floor. “It's not fair, Nera-jie,” Sisily whined. “Why does Gely get to go out and play with the Hobears?” With that, Sisily picked up her Warp Blade and began to clean it. She caressed the weapon lovingly, like a mother to a weeping child. The massive sword gleamed with highlights of black, yellow and orange. Near the hilt of the weapon there was a curious sphere that looked like a clock. The outside circle spun clock-wised, but the hand on the inside spun in the opposite direction. The air around the blade seemed to bend in a never-ending helix which caused the sword to appear bent. Sisily pulled a cloth out of her pocket and began to wipe down the blade. Her dark eyes moved up and down the blade, noting the specks of dust and dirt along its length. Despite wearing only a pair of black pants and a shirt-vest combination, she didn't look cold. Her long brown hair curled gently onto her shoulders, interrupted only by a simple pink ribbon tied to one side of her head. Being a waitress at her parent's Chinese restaurant, she was used to taking crap from people. Being naturally excited about everything helped keep her temper under check. Looking up and saying to no one in particular, “I wish Gely wouldn't ignore me...” Emi, after all this time, finally spoke up. “Sisily.” Sisi looked over at Emi, who was sitting in the corner. “Could you pass me my hair ties?” Emi asked. “You're sitting on them.” “Oh,” said Sisi. She stood up and right underneath her were Emi's orange hair ties. Picking them up, Sisi took them over to Emi and said, “ Here you go, Emi-jie.” Emi gave Sisi a gentle smile and said, “Thank you, Sisily.” Emi took the ties and began to do up her waist length orange hair. She took out an ornate brush from inside the folds of her white robe and began to brush her hair with painstaking patience. Nera and Sisily both watched with admiration. Emi ignored them and continued brushing. Her orange hair, streaked with blazing blonde highlights responded easily to the brush's strokes. Emi's supremely long hair was not simply because of a fashion choice, but because she uses her hair, along with her magically enhanced hair-ties to allow her to fly. Stroke after stroke after stroke, Emi's hair plied straighter and straighter. As she finished brushing, she began to loosen the hair-ties from their knots. Pulling her hair into two very long pigtails, she twisted the hair-ties expertly around the bases of the two lengths of hair. Sisily watched Emi intently the whole time, until she could finally contain it any longer. “Ahh! Emi-jie!” squealed Sisi, enveloping Emi in a hug. “You're so darn pretty!” Nera grinned widely as she saw Emi flailing around in Sisi's hug. Nera never really had the true experience of a family. Growing up in an orphanage in Singapore, she was left at an early age to take care of her siblings. When she was eight, she and her younger brother and sister were adopted by a young couple who had gone through several miscarriages. At first they didn't want to adopt all three children, but Nera would not part with her siblings, so the couple eventually gave in. They never regretted that decision since. Her parents were never around to watch over them because they were pulling double overtime in multiple jobs just to keep the family from falling into debt. Nera's one and only release from life was dance. There was something in her blood, something in her soul that made her move. Nera longed to make her mark in the world of dance. Her parents knew this, and from their humble savings, managed to pay for Nera's education in Dance at the leading fine arts university in Singapore. When Nera had heard about this from her father, her life literally brightened up. She asked her parent's permission, and went out and bought a new blue dress that she was to wear to the first day of her post-secondary dance class. She was so exhausted after her long day, however, that she fell asleep on her bed in the dress. That was the night it all began to happen... A familiar voice split the air. “Nera!” The three girls turned around, looking out of the cave into the light. “Was that Gely?” asked Sisily. Nera nodded. “It probably is. Anyone want to take a guess as to what it is this time?” “Knowing Gelyan,” sighed Emi as she stood up, brushing a fleck of blue rock off of her robe. “He is most likely stuck up in a Cloudhopper nest.” Sisily giggled, “Or maybe he's getting attacked by Rabeans! I love their carrots.” Nera laughed, and picked up Gemini, her two swords. “In any event, I suppose we have to go get him.” “Agreed.” “Yes we do!” Looking out into the bright morning light, Nera asked, “Ready?” The two other girls nodded. “Alright. Let's go.” And they bolted out into the light. Reciful stepped out of his world's portal, frustration burning in his eyes. Off all the days that could have gone bad in his plans, it had to be this one. Sighing, Reciful walked out of the dank root cellar through a flight of stairs that lead to his study. Reciful discovered the portal in his cellar quite by accident twenty years ago when he snuck out of bed to get a bottle of wine. Since then, he has been traipsing through the strands of reality, learning about Genesis and the Beginning of all Time, along with the inevitable Apocalypse. When he first heard of the Apocalypse at the age of 24, the tall, lanky Reciful couldn't believe it. He refused to believe that the world, all worlds, would eventually extinguish itself. Finding a new purpose in life, Reciful began to search for a way to prevent the coming of Apocalypse. That was eleven years ago. Reciful smiled as he opened the trapdoor that lead to the study. The smell of freshly baked biscuits and gravy greeted him. Stepping out from behind a large portrait of himself, Reciful called out, “Madelaine Cin, I'm back, love!” Madelaine's voice floated out of the kitchen.“Oh good. You're just in time for supper.” “Did I miss much while I was out?” “No, dear.” “Are you sure?” “Well, Mrs. Dickinson stopped by with little Frederick this afternoon.” “Ah, is that all?” “I believe so.” “Very well. Thank you Madelaine, I'll be down in a moment.” Reciful looked around his study, content the life he made for himself. The man sat stock still in the darkness. It wasn't unusual to see him there, if anyone bothered to go down the long flight of stairs to get down there. Although most humans would turn their noses up at the dark and dank cellar, this suited Hirst fine. He preferred not to interact with other people unless he absolutely had to. Hirst leaned back and thought. How long would he keep him down here? He was itching for a fight. He glanced up at the ceiling and though, Hirst felt an invisible presence tug at his mind and he stood up, answering Reciful's mental call. Walking over to the corner, Hirst picked up Skylar, his poleaxe, and walked up the long set of stairs. His fingers curved around Skylar's familiar grip, and his fingers remembered the memory of banishing souls to the abyss.fontc/fontcsizec/s
